All of the ghouls stood in the room watching as the ring of fire simmered down until it was ash. A ghoul laid in the middle, shaking, dirty, and frightened. Aether observed the scene, ready to use his quintessence to help the ghoul in whatever way necessary.

Ghouls in The Pit we’re treated horribly. Every ghoul remembers their time in The Pit whether they like it or not.

“Hello?” Aether called out, walking toward the frail ghoul on the floor.